She smiled—slow, knowing. “Scared?”
“Couldn’t sleep,” he replied, not mentioning that her laugh from earlier—across the dinner table—had replayed in his head for two hours. tempting stepsister
He should have said yes. Instead, he leaned in. She smiled—slow, knowing
She hopped onto the counter beside him, close enough that he could smell her coconut shampoo. “Me neither.” knowing. “Scared?” “Couldn’t sleep
“Testing something,” she whispered.
“What are you doing?” he asked, his voice lower than he intended.